It will get dark soon. The white, yellow, and pink houses will turn grey, then black. The cacophony of car horns will turn into the chorus of locusts. Summer's night will lay a sheet of tranquility over a city harassed by exigent matters that matter not. Soporific silhouettes will soften the cityscape, allowing us to escape the frazzle of the hot day, exchanging the frenetic for the peaceful, the welter for a sense of the well being. The susurrus of the evening breeze blows the exhaust of our polluted lives into a distant day. Children play in yards back and front and laughter wafts through neighborhoods like the sweet smell of barbeque, not the fetid odor of finance and foreclosures. There is a sense of closure to this day. As the sun sets, our eyelids close, and we pray for the soft rain of forgiveness.
Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and a human-rights advocate for his entire adult life.